Young Master's Choice

Praise Wreaks havoc

After Hexa put on her clothes, she walked out of Dhira's room, leaving the woman without a word.

Not knowing how upset was already the woman who gave a sharp look at her back that passed away.

"Well! He's out, too." Dhira threw his body on the mattress, wanted to dry his body from sweat and then went to take a bath.

Not a minute had his eyes closed, his phone was shaking, a single sign of a message had entered.

(My underwear do not forget to wash, distortion, and well folded, if it is not to my liking, you must do it until I am satisfied with the result.) Once the contents of the message are clearly displayed on the screen of his phone.

Dhira's eyes were perfectly rounded, while his mind was empty, then regained consciousness quickly and got out of bed.

He rolled his eyeballs in all directions, where it was something used to store the man's heirloom.

"Currently, does he have no shame, all the underwear should be taken care of, too" Dhira said in a murmur, as her eyes continued to search.

Drrt!

One more message came in.

(Wash your hands, do not use the washing machine!) continued again.

"Fuck you, why don't you just kill me? What kind of torture is this! Embarrassment." Dhira throws his phone on the bed with a smoldering look on his face. Yes, the flames in his heart were increasingly blazing wanting to engulf people.

In Hexa's room, the man, who was lying on the bed with his arms propped up, was now smiling to himself imagining how attractive it would be if he could see the look of annoyance on Dhira's face at this moment.

"The woman must be willing to eat people right now," he muttered just like that. Without him knowing.

On the other side.

Dhira opened the bathroom carefully, as if a bomb was about to explode inside. Yes,**********Hexa's** is like a bomb to her.

Dhira glanced at the bathtub, the water used to soak Hexa's body was still there, but where was her underwear? It's like a fool he's looking just for a man's underwear.

'Well, that's it' Dhira's inner self while pointing her eyes at the bermuda triangle trousers hanging beautifully in the towel hangers.

Ah, shit, his eyes were again stained by that thing. His brain travels everywhere. Look, how dirty Dhira's mind is right now.

Dhira went straight out of his room and met the butler.

"Sir, Mr. Wang," call Dhira from outside the kitchen.

Mr. Wang turned his head and approached Dhira immediately. "Can I help you, Miss?"

"Sir, in this house, is there any laundry soap? I'd like to ask you a little, would you?" dhira asked in a soft voice.

"Did this house maid not wash Miss's clothes?" ask Mr. Wang.

"Not my shirt. I want to wash the heirloom, if it is found out that the washing is not me, then I will have a problem, sir." Dhira explained.

Mr. Wang seemed to think for a moment before he said, "Well, Miss wait here for a moment, I'll get it." Mr. Wang passed into the kitchen after he bowed respectfully to Dhira.

The next second, Mr. Wang came back with washing soap in his hands. "Here, Miss." He gave it to Dhira.

"Thank you, Sir. Mr. Wang is the best." Dhira patted Mr. Wang on the shoulder several times while smiling happily. The middle-aged man only scratched his face in confusion, what was going on?

***

"Excuse me, Young Master. I bring you milk, ", said Mr. Wang, knocking on the door slowly.

"Lake in!" sounds from within.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. Please." Mr. Wang gave a glass of milk in it.

"Just put it there" replied Hexa who was busy with her phone screen.

However, suddenly, he looked at Mr. Wang. "Is that woman there to see you tonight?"

"You mean Young Master, Miss Dhira?" Mr. Wang asked back.

"Is there any other woman in the house I need to ask other than her?" Hexa replied firmly.

True too, Hexa cares about women other than Miss Dhira, thought Mr. Wang.

"There, Young Master, young lady asked me for some laundry soap."

Hexa's lips smiled slightly. "For what?"

"I don't know, Young Master, but he said to wash the heirloom," replied Mr. Wang who knew nothing about the heirloom.

Hexa suddenly laughed at hearing that. Really entertaining at the end of the night.

"He didn't ask the waiter to wash it?"

"I've offered you young lady, sir. However, he said that he would get into trouble if caught not washing it himself," replied Mr. Wang as it is. Who still do not understand behind the heirloom objects that are being discussed.

'He was completely obedient to his inner commandment' with a smile that was still etched beautifully on those extremely charming lips.

"Alright, you can go out" said Hexa

Just as Mr. Wang was about to exit Hexa called out, the middle-aged man stopped his steps and turned around. "Is there anything I can do, Young Master?"

"Call the woman here."

"Now, Young Master?"

"Do I have to tell you now for something to be done in two years?" hexa asked with eyes not happy with Mr. Wang's question.

"I'm sorry, Young Master. I'll call you now." Mr. Wang looked panicked. In this house, making Hexa angry is an old ban that should not be done. He did not want to change the mood of his young master who was originally fine.

"Miss, Young Miss." While knocking on the door.

Dhira sharpened his hearing, the sound of knocking on the door made him move quickly from the bathroom, the ritual of cleaning heirlooms are still in the process of washing.

With his hands still wet, Dhira opened the door without wanting the person who was knocking to wait for a long time.

"What's up, Mr Wang?"

"Young master is calling you to his room now, Miss." Mr. Wang immediately said the Hexa's orders.

"Can't be later, sir? I was busy," Dhira said with a face that was parched, also looking very tired.

"Young master asked for it now, Miss."

'Ggrr, how annoying' his inner self.

"Okay, sir, I'll be right there." Forced and very forced Dhira finally came out and closed the door of the room, hands that had been wet, he wipe carelessly on his clothes.

"Excuse me, Mister. I'm coming." Dhira knocked on the door while slightly peeking as the door of Hexa's room was not tightly closed.

"Come in" said someone inside. Yeah, who else if not the owner of the room itself.

"You're calling me, sir?" ask Dhira politely.

The disheveled appearance, the clothes that were wet here and there, made Hexa's eyebrows swoop sharply. "Why is your appearance so dirty? You don't know I don't like slovenly things?" The first sentence was so spicy.

'Hey, don't you know how hard I worked tonight? It's all because of you, isn't it? Why blame my appearance?' grumbled Dhira annoyed.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was in a hurry because you asked me to come now, so I didn't have time to tidy up."

"You're blaming me?"

"Come on, anyone please just kill this man, his life is really troubling me," Dhira muttered involuntarily.

"You dare to abuse me?" reprimand Hexa with sharpened eyes.

Dhira quickly shook his head. "No, Mister. You misheard, I'm praising you." Quickly give an excuse.

Hexa got up from her place and approached Dhira. "really? What compliments did you just say?"

Dhira smiled wryly, while thinking what praise he had to say in order to make this young master happy.

"I'm, I'm telling you, your body is good, sir, the dream of all women" he said.

'Ah, I must have gone mad praising him like that,' Inner Dhira shouted.

"Including your dreams?"

"Yes, Sir." Dhira nodded quickly like a fool.

Again Hexa couldn't help but smile.

"Want you wish you could embrace my perfect body?" Hexa's getting fishing.

"Yes, Sir."

'Just say yes, then everything will be fine, right?' thought Dhira.

However, ah, he must have been really crazy to say such. Let alone hugging the body of Hexa, touching a little skin of the man just makes his heart pause-jedug not careless.

'Ahhh! Stop this suffering, O God!' Dhira kept shouting behind his fist and closed eyes.